There are NO passes

It was HARD to get up this morning. Harder than usual.

Late to bed makes it so difficult to throw my legs over the side of the bed and bring myself to consciousness in order to get to the gym at 5:15. Last night was the Beth Moore bible study at my church and a dear friend encouraged me to go. It has been a long time since I connected with her, so it was really a great opportunity to not only hear great teaching but enjoy sweet fellowship.

The thing I dislike about going to these events is the parking lot. But that is another entry on a different blog…for sure!

The Bull Dog was working out my arms and my sides with 25 pound weights that I was swinging over my head while laying on my back on the bench. Just as I was standing up, a dear friend and the founder of a National Christ-centered weight-loss and healthy-living program was finishing up her cardio for the day. She looked like she was going to cry or pass out. The BD asked her if she was OK.

I need a pass today was her breathless comment.

Unfortunately, there are no passes.

She knows that.

I know that.

But sometimes you just have to say it and move on…push through and just move on!

One of the things that I have learned while on this journey is that the work to get fit is arduous.

It is relentlessly grueling.

And, the benefits are slow in coming.

In the past I have been easily distracted and quick to give up.

Ridiculously quick to give up at times.

Not this time.

Not with the BD.

I’m not going to lie to you. Not only was I tired this morning but I have been struggling with discouragement. I have always had a very difficult relationship with the scale. Frankly, I dislike it immensely. I am, however trying to learn to be at peace with it; sort of co-exist if you will.

I realized when I started writing this blog that I have only lost 16 pounds. It sounds better to say almost 20 but truth is…only 16. I am kind of stuck. I haven’t lost anything in about a month. I pushed myself really hard last week and not a budge.

Thus, the reason for my discouragement and my feeling like I need a pass.

But, I know that I am in this thing for the long haul.

It’s a life change.

Not a temporary fix.

No pass for me.

Just going to push through.

Work hard.

Count my calories.

Do cardio.

Drink water.

And DO.IT.